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9.05.2011

{Travel} Oh, Canada!

When you think of a visit to Niagara Falls, you might inevitably think of those majestic roaring waters that pour over the edge of a rocky cliff, plunging into an icy blue depth below. It's one of nature's most beautiful phenomenons: rugged, stunning and breathtaking all at once.

This was certainly the experience my husband and I shared when we first spotted the falls upon arriving to Niagara a few months ago, after crossing the Canadian border from the Buffalo airport in New York. While I have seen the falls several times when I was younger (as a synchronized swimmer for 11 years, we seemed to have endless competitions in the Buffalo area), this was certainly different. First off, I was older and more appreciative of the scenery than ever before. And with that older-ness, came access to the casinos, bars and other nightlife-esque activities that the husband and I so well enjoy.

But first, I have to tell you about a particular early morning hour that nearly threatened to derail our trip completely. I'm not a morning person, at all. I don't feel like I get a better start to my day by waking up earlier than normal, I don't rise and "shine," and I completely disagree about the early bird getting the worm.

Either way, my dear sweet husband had already been working in the Niagara area for several days and I was flying up to meet him. Thoughtful as he is, he booked me on a 5:45am flight to Chicago, where I was to catch my connecting flight into Buffalo. Now, we've already discussed that I don't do mornings. Well, neither was my mom, who I was staying with in Dallas prior to leaving for the airport. She and I drearily woke up, got dressed and left the house. But then we drove straight the airport and out the other side upon arriving (we got confused and missed our turn, it was still dark outside!).

The delay caused me to miss check-in by five minutes. I felt my eyes getting misty. No way did I just get up at 4am to sit at the airport for seven hours. I was on standby for the next flight out just after 7am, but it was jam-packed and there were already a list of other people standing-by as well. It was quickly becoming a painful realization that the 9am flight was my only option, which would cause me to miss my connection in Chicago, meaning I wouldn't get to Buffalo until nearly midnight.

It was a nail biting-hour as I perched on the edge of my distinctly uncomfortable airport chair and watched the stand-by list click through several names of folks that had been cleared to board. My initials still hadn't come up and I was beginning to worry. So I got up and stood next to the desk, my bag at my feet—feeling that this would somehow prompt things along and I would be closer to the gate so that when my name appeared I could haul for the plane. (Because that's totally how it works, right!?)

Miracle of all miracles, I made it on the first flight. I was the happiest I'll ever be at 7 in the morning, buckling myself into my tiny little airplane seat and hauling out my Julie & Julia book that I'd been reading all morning while awaiting the verdict—it get me occupied and in decent spirits.

My husband couldn't believe it and was thrilled to see me in the flesh when he wheeled around to pick me up at the Buffalo airport. His bags already packed into the rent car—and he himself thoroughly done with work for the week—we hauled for the Canadian border to begin our vacation.

Our first stop was our hotel, so we could freshen up and dump our luggage. As we neared the Sheraton—a spot I'd highly recommend as it's primely located—we rolled down our windows and could hear the gushing sounds of millions of gallons of water whooshing over the edge of the falls. It brought memories flooding back as I remember being here so many times when I was younger, and was instantly happy my husband and I were able to share this experience together.

The hotel more than met our expectations, it had tremendous views of the falls. We stood out on our balcony for nearly half an hour gazing at the water and relishing the fact that we'd made it!

That night's entertainment included dinner at the nearby Hard Rock (a bitter disappointment food-wise) and some gambling at the adjoining casinos. While the husband didn't do so great, I won our money back at my favorite game—roulette! Needless to say, I was feeling pretty confident when we returned to our room at night's end...

The next day we headed directly down to the falls, a short 10 minute walk from our hotel, to embark on the Maid of the Mist boats that take you right up to the fizzing, rumbling mountains of water. The boats are another experience I'd had the privilege of doing several times, it was especially fun for the two of us together. Plus, who doesn't look like a billowing smurf great in bright blue plastic bags?

Afterward, we grabbed a slice of pizza at Boston's (just up the street from our hotel), then hit the road for Toronto, a comedy club, wineries and later a B&B. Which leaves us at part II coming next, stay tuned!

Hi there.

My name's Amber. And yes, I really have quadruplets. They're toddlers now! I'm a devoted wife, dedicated quad mom, freelance writer and a constant cook. This blog first began when the husband and I moved to Scotland for a year, and I've been blogging ever since. Now Texas Tales chronicles our busy life as a family of six. Thanks for stopping by!